Page 59 of Rule the Night

I was seconds away from pulling off her pants, lifting her onto my lap on the hood of the car, and fucking her right there in the twilight parking lot.

I added a finger to her pussy and a shiver moved through her body in the moment before she came apart, crying out in my mouth. She shuddered as she rode my hand, and her cunt got wetter as she rode the wave of her release.

She was gasping when she tore her mouth away to rest her forehead against my chest, her breath rising and falling like she’d been running through the tunnels.

I slipped my hands out of her jeans and stroked her hair, caught the scent of strawberries in the late summer wind. I didn’t know how long we stayed like that before we heard the rattle of a truck approaching.

Maeve lifted her head and followed my gaze to the tow truck approaching from the far end of the parking lot.

She met my gaze and for a split second, I wondered if she’d say something nice.

Instead, her eyes flashed like blue fire. “If you tell Bram or Remy about this, I’ll kill you.”

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MAEVE

I wasglad for the noise of the bike on the way back to the loft, if not for the fact that I now had Poe’s ass between my thighs. It was bad enough that I’d let him finger-bang me in the parking lot, but now the vibration of the bike and the proximity of his body just reminded me how close I’d come to fucking him.

How much I still wanted to fuck him.

What had I been thinking?

Thinking is overrated.June again.

You’re in no position to offer advice,I thought.

By the time we pulled behind the gate at the loft it was dark out and my body was humming with a kind of physical need I’d never experienced in my life.

Not good. Not good at all.

We walked to the door in silence.

Poe keyed in the entry code and we stepped into the vestibule.

I was careful not to brush past him as I started up the stairs. “I meant what I said.”

“Don’t worry, little bird,” Poe said behind me. “It’ll be our little secret.”

I didn’t know if I could trust him, but I had to believe it, if only for my own sanity.

The lights were on in the kitchen when we entered the main living area where a small figure with wavy gray hair was in the kitchen, half-buried in the open freezer. Cold vapor drifted like smoke from inside.

“You okay in there, Reva?” Poe asked.

The woman turned around, her mouth turned down in a frown. “Something’s rotten in Denmark.”

She seemed unhappy but Poe took it in stride. “What would that be?”

“You keep telling me not to cook for you, but then I come and find all this food stored up!” The stack of bracelets and bangles on her wrists jangled as she expressed her obvious frustration.

“We have someone else to cook, remember?” Poe looked at me. “See? This is Maeve. She’s doing the cooking now.”

Reva looked at me, then narrowed her eyes at Poe. “That’s not the girl who was here last time.”

“We hired someone new,” he said.

I glared at him. What a liar.